If you missed AMC’s recent ten part miniseries adaptation of Dan Simmons’ 2007 novel The Terror, you have my condolences...it was a blockbuster. This column is not going to review the book nor the miniseries. Instead I’m going to see if the miniseries was tweaked or modified in any way compared to the actual novel. I read The Terror three years before I started reviewing books (eleven years ago) and I don’t plan on rereading a 766 page book any time soon. So I’m going to compare the last 98 pages of Simmons’ novel with the last few episodes of the miniseries to see if there are any differences. Yes, I will read the last 98 pages again, but not the prior 668 pages. I also thought that I should reprint the brief description of the story (located on the front inside dust jacket of Simmons’ novel) to see if the basic structure and plot were the same as the miniseries. The following is what’s printed:
Inside Dust Jacket
“The men on board HMS Terror have every expectation of triumph. As part of the 1845 Franklin Expedition, the first steam-powered vessels ever to search for the legendary Northwest Passage, they are as scientifically supported an enterprise as has ever set forth. As they enter a second summer in the Arctic Circle without a thaw, though, they are stranded in a nightmarish landscape of encroaching ice and darkness. Endlessly cold, with diminishing rations, 126 men fight to survive with poisonous food, a dwindling supply of coal, and ships buckling in the grip of crushing ice. But their real enemy is far more terrifying. There is something out there in the frigid darkness: an unseen predator stalking their ship, a monstrous terror constantly clawing to get in.” Okay, the first paragraph is very close to what happened in the mini series. The only two things different are minor: 132 men versus 126 men and there was no mention of the crushing ice in the miniseries.
“When the expeditions leader, Sir John Franklin, meets a terrible death, Captain Francis Crozier takes command and leads his surviving crewmen on a last, desperate attempt to flee south across the ice. With them travels an Inuit woman who cannot speak and who may be the key to survival - or the harbinger of their deaths. But as another winter approaches, as scurvy and starvation grow more terrible, and as the terror on the ice stalks them southward, Crozier and his men begin to fear that there is no escape.” This paragraph generally holds true to form.
“The Terror swells with the heart - stopping suspense and heroic adventure that have won Dan Simmons praise as ‘a writer who not only makes big promises but keeps them.’ With a haunting and constantly surprising story based on actual historical events, The Terror is a novel that will chill you to your core.” Okay, so far, so good. Now let’s get into those last 98 pages.
Goodsir, chapter 58, pages 669-675
This chapter did happen in the miniseries but was nowhere near as savage and dark compared to the novel. The TV series has Dr. Goodsir rub his body with poisons, drink some of it, and then slit his wrists to bleed out. The next day Hickey and his men began eating him. In the book, Goodsir is writing in his personal diary: “I have taken the final draught. It will be a few minutes before the full effect is felt. Until it is, I shall catch up on my diary. These last few days I have been recalling the details of how young Hodgson confided in me and whispered to me in the tent weeks ago on that last night before Mr. Hickey shot him. The next morning, Mr. Hickey assembled everyone and had Magnus Manson force Lieutenant Hodgson to kneel before him...then he set the long-barreled weapon to the base of George Hodgson’s skull and blew his brains out onto the gravel.” Dr. Goodsir refused to dissect the Lieutenant in front of the assembled men. Since Goodsir refused, Hickey had Manson shear off Goodsir’s two big toes. “Since that day of Lt. Hodgson’s demise, I have demurred again to the sum of eight more toes, one ear, and my foreskin.” At this point, terrible storms hit daily (not in the miniseries). As Goodsir was dying from his poisons, he wrote a note and pinned it to his chest: Eat these mortal remnas of Dr Harry D.S. Gooodsirifff yo u wisssh the poisssn withinn ths bones and flesh wiol kill yoou also. (in the miniseries, Goodsir did not warn the men that he poisoned himself).
Hickey, chapter 59, pages 676-682
“Sometime in the last few days or weeks, Cornelius Hickey realized, he had ceased being king. He was now a god.” Hickey has gone crazy, similar to the miniseries, but his meeting with Tuunbaq will be different. “When, after more than three weeks of being unable to move because of the blizzards, winds, and plummeting temperatures, his dray beasts had whined and begged for food, Hickey had descended among them like a god and provided them with their loaves and fishes. He had shot Strickland to feed Seeley. He had shot Dunn to feed Brown. He had shot Gibson to feed Jerry. He had shot Best to feed Smith...but now those he’d so generously fed were dead, frozen hard into their blanket sleeping bags or contorted into terrible claw shapes of their final throes.” Magnus is now dead in the bow, Hickey was thinking that he could bring him back to life whenever he needed him. “Suddenly, he sensed movement to the west. With some difficulty - it was very cold - Hickey turned his head left to look out to the frozen sea. Something large was walking toward him on two legs.” Hickey was not afraid because he knew it came not as a predator, but as a worshipper (haha). Hickey heard it moving around the under the tarp. “Then suddenly the thing was there, looming over the gunwales, the upper body rising six feet or more above a boat that was already raised six feet above the sledge and snow.” This was not the same confrontation that was shown in the miniseries. “The thing sniffed Magnus Manson’s body...its huge tongue licked at the frozen fall of brown blood...abruptly, yet almost casually, the thing bit off Magnus’s head. The crunching was so terrible that Hickey would have covered his ears if he had been able to lift his gloved hands from the gunwales. He could not move them...the thing smashed the dead man’s chest in - rib cage and spine exploding outward in a shower of white bone shards. Hickey could no longer move his head even an inch, so he had no choice but to watch as the thing from the ice excavated every inner part of Magnus Manson and ate them.” Suddenly, Tuunbaq’s unfeeling eyes were inches from Hickey’s own staring eyes. “Its hot breath enveloped him.” Cornelius Hickey said, “Oh.” “It was the last word Hickey ever spoke...he felt his own warm breath flowing out of him...but instantly he realized it was not his breath leaving him forever, but his spirit, his soul. The thing breathed it in. It dropped on all fours and left Cornelius Hickey’s field of vision forever.” So Hickey’s death was completely different than his miniseries death and Tuunbaq was still on the prowl.
Crozier, chapters 60-65, pages 683-742
Most of these chapters were not shown in the miniseries. Yes, Crozier did stay with the native Inuit tribe, but nobody from England came to rescue him or his men...like the last show of the miniseries would have us believe. Yes, he mated with Lady Silence and eventually had two children after she nursed him back from a near-death experience following his many gunshot wounds from the crazed Hickey (Hickey’s shooting of Crozier happened before I started with chapter 58). In the last scenes of the miniseries, you can see Crozier ice fishing with his children and that’s where the tenth show ended. But the novel does tell us about the legend of Tuunbaq and Crozier’s later discovery of his old ship. The Inuits believed, “During the first period of the universe, The Earth was a floating disk beneath a sky supported by four pillars. Beneath the Earth was a dark place where the spirits lived. This early Earth was under water most of the time and without any human beings - the Real People or others - until two men, Aakulujjuusi and Uumaaniirtuq, crawled out humps in the earth. These two became the first of the Real People. Women had joined the two men on Earth in this earliest of times, but they were barren and spent all their time walking the coastlines in search of children. The Second Cycle of the universe appeared after a long and bitter contest between a fox and a raven. This is also the time when the Real People learned about Sedna. Then there came a time, many thousands of years ago, when Sedna, the Spirit of the Sea, became infuriated with her fellow spirits, the Spirit of the Air, and the Spirit of the Moon. I’m condensing this part so you don’t blow your brains out with too much useless information. To kill them - these other two parts of the Trinity that made up the basic forces of the universe - Sedna created her own tupilek. This spirit - animated killing machine was so terrible that it had its own name - soul and became a thing called Tuunbaq. Okay, enough of Tuunbaq for the moment, let’s get back to the ice and Captain Crozier. The Captain realized that he could never go back to England. He thought, “But what if he makes it to civilization...back to England? Alone. He will always be the captain who let all his men die. The court-martial would be inevitable, its outcome predetermined. Whatever the court’s punishment might be, the shame will be a lifelong sentence."
Chapter 66, pages 743-746
“She (Lady Silence) touches his face, gets to her feet, and goes away from him, pulling the tent flap shut behind her. He (Crozier) finds enough strength to stand and to shed the rest of his clothes. Naked, he does not feel the cold. Six feet from the edge of the water he goes to both knees again and raises his face to the sky and closes his eyes. He hears the thing rising from the water not five feet from him and hears the scraping of its claws on the ice and the huff of its breath as it pulls itself out of the sea onto the ice and hears ice groaning under its weight, but he does not lower his head nor open his eyes to look. Not yet. He smells the wet fur, the wet flesh, the bottom-of-the-ocean stink of it, and senses its aurora shadow falling over him, but he does not open his eyes to look. Not yet. Only when his skin prickles and goose bumps rise at the heavy mass presence seeming to surround him and only when its meat eater’s breath envelops him does he open his eyes...he closes his eyes again, tilts back his head, opens his mouth, and extends his tongue exactly as Memo Moira taught him to do for Holy Communion.”
Now Crozier and Lady Silence are truly united.
Chapter 67, pages 747-766
This is the last chapter and where the Inuits and Crozier find HMS Terror almost 200 miles south of where she had been frozen fast near Erebus for almost three years was beyond Crozier’s powers of speculation. Since the ship had three kegs of gunpowder aboard, Crozier decided to burn the ship. “The ship burned for almost an hour and a half before it sank. It was an incredible conflagration. Guy Fawkes Day above the Arctic Circle. When the show was over and the ship was sunk and the sun was also sinking toward the south so that their shadows leapt long across the greying ice, still they stayed to point and enjoy the steam rising and celebrate the bits of burning debris still scattered here and there on the ice.Then the band finally turned back toward the big island and then the smaller islands, planning to cross the ice to the mainland before they would make camp for the night. Taliriktug (Crozier’s new name) took the squirming Kanneyuk in his left arm and put his right arm around Silna-Silence. Raven, still being carried by his mother, was petulantly trying to slap her arms away and force her to put him down so he could walk on his own. Taliriktug wondered, not for the first time, how a father and mother without tongues were going to discipline a headstrong boy. Then he remembered, not for the first time, that he now belonged to one of the few cultures in the world that did not bother to discipline their headstrong boys or girls. That’s it folks! With all the differences (that) I found in the last 98 pages, I’m going to say that there also had to be a lot of changes in the first 668 pages. I read this novel eleven years ago and just don’t recollect.
Monday, May 28, 2018
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Varina
Wow, just reading a Charles Frazier novel with his remarkable writing style on display is worth the price of admission, so to speak! The bestselling author of Cold Mountain upstages his previous novel with this serpentine historical fiction account of the life and times of Varina Howell (identified simply as “V” in the novel), wife of the eventual Confederate President Jefferson Davis during the Civil War. And I thought descriptive writing went away in the mid-1920s with Hemingway and his American expatriates in Paris, France (see my 2/17/2017 review of Lesley M.M. Blume’s Everybody Behaves Badly). Before I delve into the story, let me recount a paragraph of the novel, so you can see why I’m so excited by the author’s descriptive writing (which everybody knows is my favorite style). V arrives in 1874 London and observes her furnished rented flat: “The short stack of china stood only five dinner plates tall, each one chipped at the edges and crazed on the pink floral faces. Three soup bowls, five teacups, but only two saucers. Glassware - just four stems - cloudy as an old man’s eye. Bed and table linens and towels worn by time to an indeterminate color, like a teaspoon of coal dust in a pint of heavy cream - the color of dirty soles and also the color of the plaster walls. The tiny fireplace might have been adequate for roasting a single sparrow over a fistful of twigs. V pulled open a cupboard drawer and found a sprinkling of mouse droppings. The oblong black nubs moved like suddenly magnetized iron fillings or swirled tea leaves until they settled and found their pattern on the drawer bottom.” Is that classic writing, or what? By the way, Mr. Frazier must be a fan of Cormac McCarthy because he also doesn’t use quotation marks, when a Frazier character talks, it’s usually preceded by a dash (-).
The story meanders through the different years of V’s life, from chapter to chapter. While this type of writing is sometimes distracting to the reader, in this case it’s not. The modus operandi chapter seems to be when V lives in Saratoga Springs, NY. It is 1906 and V is now 80-years-old and living in a NY resort hotel, The Retreat, when a mulatto gentleman, carrying a blue book written by a Miss Botume, approaches the hotel desk and asks for Mrs. Davis. He believes that he is the boy, Jimmie, in the blue book written by Miss Botume. As Jimmie (James Blake) waits by the hotel’s fireplace to see if Mrs. Davis will receive him...suddenly he sees, “An elderly woman enter the great room from one of the corridors. She resembles later photographs of Queen Victoria - much taller, but with similar gravity and tiredness dragging from behind. Same hairstyle. Her dress a sheen of eggplant. She walks by the piano player and palms the small of her back to correct her posture.” I love this author’s writing! V says that she doesn’t recollect him or his name, James Blake. James says to V, “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for seeing me. I’ll be brief. What I wanted to speak to you about concerns the war.” V is angry, tired of answering questions about the war and her husband, Confederate President Jefferson Davis. She turns to leave. James says, “My apologies, Mrs. Davis. I saw in the Albany paper that you were here, and I wanted to see you and ask about this book and about the children. I don’t recall all the names, but I remember Joe.” V says, “What could you possibly know about Joe?” V’s young son, Joe, fell off a building and died...Jimmie was there. V is stunned that he knew about Joe’s death. She asks James if he can bend his wrists all the way to his forearm. He does it. V, remembering that James was double jointed, says, “You’re Jimmie Limber (her made up name for him when he was a child in her care in Richmond, VA).” V says, “I don’t need a book to know you, I’ve believed for years that all my boys were long gone, crossed over. I’ve thought of it as my diminishing circle of boys pinching to a black point, like the period at the end of a sentence. But here you are. Sit down and I’ll tell you what I remember.” Gadzooks, all this and I’m only on page nine.
On page eleven, V strives to refresh Jimmie’s mind as to what happened in Richmond at the end of the Civil War in 1865. So you get the benefit of reading more of Charles Frazier’s excellent composition: “Things fell apart slowly before they fell apart fast. Late March - Friday night before Richmond burned - V fled the false White House and the capital city. That afternoon she and Ellen Barnes packed in a rush, knowing they might never be back. Billy and Jimmie went back and forth from V to Ellen, touching their arms or hips for reassurance. Ellen always kept her hair parted in the middle and oiled, pulled back tight against her scalp. But that day, long curling strands escaped, and she kept sweeping them back from her face...when the packing was done, Jeff (the president) took V aside and gave her a departure present. A purse pistol, slight and pretty, almost an art object suited for display in a museum.” “He said that if the country fell (the South), she should take the children to Florida and find passage to Havana. Then he told V to keep the little pistol with her at all times, and if Federals tried to violate her, she should shoot herself. Or if she couldn’t do that, at least fire it in their direction to make them kill her.” I know this book is historical fiction, but the author had me believing that every word was fact, not fiction. Incidentally, most of the characters in this novel were real people, including Jimmie Limber. I have left almost all of the characters and situations out of my review and instead decided to focus on the author’s superb writing. That’s great for you because you now have the whole story waiting for you to discover. In the next paragraph, I’ll give you one more example of the writer’s talent...then I’m outta here!
We’re back to 1906 Saratoga Springs, NY, near the end of V’s life. She’s having lunch with her young friend Laura Scott, an actress, who is accompanied by her mother and brother. Read how Charles Frazier describes how Mrs. Scott eats, or more appropriately chomps (haha): “Lunch arrives. Mrs. Scott talks while she eats, and the cavity of her mouth as she works her food makes sounds like a rubber plunger opening a sink drain. Chicken salad and lettuce at various stages of liquidation make repeat appearances between lips and teeth. She holds her fork as if her finger joints hardly articulate, a limp reluctance, as if other people’s hands usually do that job for her. She talks without letup, complaining of Laura’s expenses.” To me, this novel was a work of art.
RATING: 5 out of 5 stars
Comment: This novel is available in an exclusive “signed copy” edition at your local Barnes and Noble store (that's where I got my copy).
Jefferson Davis was a strange man that worked his way up to the position of Secretary of War under President Franklin Pierce in 1853 largely based on his heroics fighting the Mexicans. He was generally unliked. During that time, one of his teachers at West Point wrote, “Neither Davis nor my opinion of him have changed since I knew him as a cadet. If I am not deceived, he intends to leave his mark in the Army & also at West Point & a black mark it will be I fear. He is a recreant and unnatural son, would have pleasure in giving his Alma Mater a kick & would disclaim her, if he could.”
Later, when Lincoln became president, Davis thought that Lincoln would find a way to avoid war. It didn’t happen. When Davis and V left Washington D.C. for their home in Mississippi, he got a message: “He had been appointed president of a country that didn’t exist." As the drums of war got louder “Their friend Robert Toombs, until recently a U.S. senator from Washington, Georgia, sent Jeff a letter of warning against being pulled into battle. Toombs wrote: It is suicide, murder, and will lose every friend at the North. You will wantonly strike a hornet’s nest which extends from mountain to ocean, and legions now quiet will swarm out and sting us to death. It is unnecessary; it puts us in the wrong; it is fatal.” About 620,000 soldiers died during the Civil War from combat, accident, starvation and disease.
Other than Charles Frazier, there doesn’t seem to be much interest in writing novels embracing the Civil War. I can name three classics that I’ve read during my lifetime: Stephen Crane’s 1895 novel, The Red Badge of Courage; Margaret Mitchell’s 1936 novel, Gone with the Wind and MacKinlay Kantor’s 1955 novel, Andersonville (I got my copy at the revolving rack in a local drugstore...hard to find that rack nowadays). Bring back the fifties!
Now on the non-fiction side, everybody knows that Bruce Catton is the all time genre champion. But Ulysses S. Grant might have some say about that title. After his presidency ended, Grant joined an investment firm in NYC, which turned out to be a Ponzi scheme. Grant was now penniless. Dying of throat cancer, Grant rushed to conclude his memoirs. He finished just days before his death and with the help of his friend, Mark Twain, got them published in 1885. Although the book was initially a slow seller, it eventually took off to record sales. His family's future was now secure with a profit of $450,000 (that’s $12 million in 2017 money).
The story meanders through the different years of V’s life, from chapter to chapter. While this type of writing is sometimes distracting to the reader, in this case it’s not. The modus operandi chapter seems to be when V lives in Saratoga Springs, NY. It is 1906 and V is now 80-years-old and living in a NY resort hotel, The Retreat, when a mulatto gentleman, carrying a blue book written by a Miss Botume, approaches the hotel desk and asks for Mrs. Davis. He believes that he is the boy, Jimmie, in the blue book written by Miss Botume. As Jimmie (James Blake) waits by the hotel’s fireplace to see if Mrs. Davis will receive him...suddenly he sees, “An elderly woman enter the great room from one of the corridors. She resembles later photographs of Queen Victoria - much taller, but with similar gravity and tiredness dragging from behind. Same hairstyle. Her dress a sheen of eggplant. She walks by the piano player and palms the small of her back to correct her posture.” I love this author’s writing! V says that she doesn’t recollect him or his name, James Blake. James says to V, “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for seeing me. I’ll be brief. What I wanted to speak to you about concerns the war.” V is angry, tired of answering questions about the war and her husband, Confederate President Jefferson Davis. She turns to leave. James says, “My apologies, Mrs. Davis. I saw in the Albany paper that you were here, and I wanted to see you and ask about this book and about the children. I don’t recall all the names, but I remember Joe.” V says, “What could you possibly know about Joe?” V’s young son, Joe, fell off a building and died...Jimmie was there. V is stunned that he knew about Joe’s death. She asks James if he can bend his wrists all the way to his forearm. He does it. V, remembering that James was double jointed, says, “You’re Jimmie Limber (her made up name for him when he was a child in her care in Richmond, VA).” V says, “I don’t need a book to know you, I’ve believed for years that all my boys were long gone, crossed over. I’ve thought of it as my diminishing circle of boys pinching to a black point, like the period at the end of a sentence. But here you are. Sit down and I’ll tell you what I remember.” Gadzooks, all this and I’m only on page nine.
On page eleven, V strives to refresh Jimmie’s mind as to what happened in Richmond at the end of the Civil War in 1865. So you get the benefit of reading more of Charles Frazier’s excellent composition: “Things fell apart slowly before they fell apart fast. Late March - Friday night before Richmond burned - V fled the false White House and the capital city. That afternoon she and Ellen Barnes packed in a rush, knowing they might never be back. Billy and Jimmie went back and forth from V to Ellen, touching their arms or hips for reassurance. Ellen always kept her hair parted in the middle and oiled, pulled back tight against her scalp. But that day, long curling strands escaped, and she kept sweeping them back from her face...when the packing was done, Jeff (the president) took V aside and gave her a departure present. A purse pistol, slight and pretty, almost an art object suited for display in a museum.” “He said that if the country fell (the South), she should take the children to Florida and find passage to Havana. Then he told V to keep the little pistol with her at all times, and if Federals tried to violate her, she should shoot herself. Or if she couldn’t do that, at least fire it in their direction to make them kill her.” I know this book is historical fiction, but the author had me believing that every word was fact, not fiction. Incidentally, most of the characters in this novel were real people, including Jimmie Limber. I have left almost all of the characters and situations out of my review and instead decided to focus on the author’s superb writing. That’s great for you because you now have the whole story waiting for you to discover. In the next paragraph, I’ll give you one more example of the writer’s talent...then I’m outta here!
We’re back to 1906 Saratoga Springs, NY, near the end of V’s life. She’s having lunch with her young friend Laura Scott, an actress, who is accompanied by her mother and brother. Read how Charles Frazier describes how Mrs. Scott eats, or more appropriately chomps (haha): “Lunch arrives. Mrs. Scott talks while she eats, and the cavity of her mouth as she works her food makes sounds like a rubber plunger opening a sink drain. Chicken salad and lettuce at various stages of liquidation make repeat appearances between lips and teeth. She holds her fork as if her finger joints hardly articulate, a limp reluctance, as if other people’s hands usually do that job for her. She talks without letup, complaining of Laura’s expenses.” To me, this novel was a work of art.
RATING: 5 out of 5 stars
Comment: This novel is available in an exclusive “signed copy” edition at your local Barnes and Noble store (that's where I got my copy).
Jefferson Davis was a strange man that worked his way up to the position of Secretary of War under President Franklin Pierce in 1853 largely based on his heroics fighting the Mexicans. He was generally unliked. During that time, one of his teachers at West Point wrote, “Neither Davis nor my opinion of him have changed since I knew him as a cadet. If I am not deceived, he intends to leave his mark in the Army & also at West Point & a black mark it will be I fear. He is a recreant and unnatural son, would have pleasure in giving his Alma Mater a kick & would disclaim her, if he could.”
Later, when Lincoln became president, Davis thought that Lincoln would find a way to avoid war. It didn’t happen. When Davis and V left Washington D.C. for their home in Mississippi, he got a message: “He had been appointed president of a country that didn’t exist." As the drums of war got louder “Their friend Robert Toombs, until recently a U.S. senator from Washington, Georgia, sent Jeff a letter of warning against being pulled into battle. Toombs wrote: It is suicide, murder, and will lose every friend at the North. You will wantonly strike a hornet’s nest which extends from mountain to ocean, and legions now quiet will swarm out and sting us to death. It is unnecessary; it puts us in the wrong; it is fatal.” About 620,000 soldiers died during the Civil War from combat, accident, starvation and disease.
Other than Charles Frazier, there doesn’t seem to be much interest in writing novels embracing the Civil War. I can name three classics that I’ve read during my lifetime: Stephen Crane’s 1895 novel, The Red Badge of Courage; Margaret Mitchell’s 1936 novel, Gone with the Wind and MacKinlay Kantor’s 1955 novel, Andersonville (I got my copy at the revolving rack in a local drugstore...hard to find that rack nowadays). Bring back the fifties!
Now on the non-fiction side, everybody knows that Bruce Catton is the all time genre champion. But Ulysses S. Grant might have some say about that title. After his presidency ended, Grant joined an investment firm in NYC, which turned out to be a Ponzi scheme. Grant was now penniless. Dying of throat cancer, Grant rushed to conclude his memoirs. He finished just days before his death and with the help of his friend, Mark Twain, got them published in 1885. Although the book was initially a slow seller, it eventually took off to record sales. His family's future was now secure with a profit of $450,000 (that’s $12 million in 2017 money).
Thursday, May 17, 2018
WAIT for the LIGHT
The author sent me an autographed copy of her novel to read and review:
Erin Adams wrote a easy to follow rudimentary story with mostly predictable aftermaths in a pedestrian prose. It’s not a candidate for the Pulitzer Prize, but it was a pleasant story with a good feeling ending. The novel was nowhere near as exciting as the blurb on the back book cover teased, but it did have its passionate moments (Erin must be a dog lover, for sure). I initially thought the author had too many characters, but she made good use of them and kept most of them in supporting roles. I didn’t feel any anticipation until the last 23 pages (chapter 45 to the epilogue). The author must learn how to keep the reader fully excited for all of the pages of her novel, not just the last few. I think the author has good storytelling abilities and will improve as she writes more novels.
The Pit Bull/dog fighting part of the novel wasn’t very original since everyone knows the story of the NFL’s Michael Vick. Anyway, in Erin Adams’ story she has rapper Rottie Wiles getting out of jail for the same reason as Michael Vick did...running illegal dog fights. He needs someone to clean up his image. At the same time our protagonist, Alexandra (Alex) Rader is being fired by her best friend and A-list actress, Lucy. Alex fell out of favor because Lucy came home from her latest rehab center with a sober companion by the name of Tatiana. Alex quickly finds out that there is no room for her as Lucy’s celebrity assistant anymore. Alex tells the pair, “That’s cool. Probably a good idea (that Tatiana’s is staying). Whatever I can do to help-” Tatiana broke in. “That’s the thing, Alex, Lucy needs to take this journey alone.” Lucy said, “I’ll pay you until you find something else.”
That something else is rapper Rottie Wiles, now known as Reggie Wiles...he doesn’t need the name Rottie to remind people of a Rottweiler, another fighting dog. Lucy tells Alex, “Listen, I have another job for you.” “What’s that?” Lucy says, “It’s a little sensitive, and it would be a big favor.” “Rottie Wiles just got out of jail, and he needs someone on a temporary basis. Even if you do it for a little while, it would be a big help. I can email you the details.” Alex goes over to Reggie’s mansion. It’s loaded with adult toys, guns, jewelry and even an NASA Space Shuttle Simulator! She is greeted by a big man named, Ham (his bodyguard/friend from East Cleveland). Basically Alex needs to polish the rapper’s tarnished image. It takes awhile for Reggie to warm-up to Alex as she experiences one funny faux pas after another. Eventually Reggie, Ham and Alex like each other. Does Reggie really want to reform? Or is he conning Alex? Is dog fighting so ingrained in Reggie’s bones that he can’t stop? Read this somewhat funny maiden novel and find out for yourself.
I’m going to give this novel an okay rating (three stars) because it’s just a story...not anything that you will remember a month from now. But I see that Erin Adams has talent and will be heard from in the future, hopefully with a more intense story. I only hope Erin doesn’t take my criticism with a grain of salt (the urban definition) because after 341 published reviews, I think (that) I know what I’m talking about.
RATING: 3 out of 5 stars
Comment: It’s obvious Erin Adams loves dogs...her love drips through the pages.
My question is: Has Snoop Dogg ever done a rap video about a dog? According to hotnewhiphop.com, the answer is yes:
"Snoop Dogg has been a busy man this year. Snoop decided to revisit his latest album, Neva Left and share a new video in its support for the track "Toss it" featuring Too Short (one of the raunchiest emcees to ever bless the mic)."
"Asking his son Cordell to take his dog on a walk, the video finds Snoop turning into an actual Rottweiler who gets away from his leash and turns into a pimp on the loose, chasing woman on the beach and in the club. Meanwhile Too Short turns into a black bulldog and raps from the club with all the ladies on him in this Henry Behel - directed clip."
You can't make this stuff up!
Erin Adams wrote a easy to follow rudimentary story with mostly predictable aftermaths in a pedestrian prose. It’s not a candidate for the Pulitzer Prize, but it was a pleasant story with a good feeling ending. The novel was nowhere near as exciting as the blurb on the back book cover teased, but it did have its passionate moments (Erin must be a dog lover, for sure). I initially thought the author had too many characters, but she made good use of them and kept most of them in supporting roles. I didn’t feel any anticipation until the last 23 pages (chapter 45 to the epilogue). The author must learn how to keep the reader fully excited for all of the pages of her novel, not just the last few. I think the author has good storytelling abilities and will improve as she writes more novels.
The Pit Bull/dog fighting part of the novel wasn’t very original since everyone knows the story of the NFL’s Michael Vick. Anyway, in Erin Adams’ story she has rapper Rottie Wiles getting out of jail for the same reason as Michael Vick did...running illegal dog fights. He needs someone to clean up his image. At the same time our protagonist, Alexandra (Alex) Rader is being fired by her best friend and A-list actress, Lucy. Alex fell out of favor because Lucy came home from her latest rehab center with a sober companion by the name of Tatiana. Alex quickly finds out that there is no room for her as Lucy’s celebrity assistant anymore. Alex tells the pair, “That’s cool. Probably a good idea (that Tatiana’s is staying). Whatever I can do to help-” Tatiana broke in. “That’s the thing, Alex, Lucy needs to take this journey alone.” Lucy said, “I’ll pay you until you find something else.”
That something else is rapper Rottie Wiles, now known as Reggie Wiles...he doesn’t need the name Rottie to remind people of a Rottweiler, another fighting dog. Lucy tells Alex, “Listen, I have another job for you.” “What’s that?” Lucy says, “It’s a little sensitive, and it would be a big favor.” “Rottie Wiles just got out of jail, and he needs someone on a temporary basis. Even if you do it for a little while, it would be a big help. I can email you the details.” Alex goes over to Reggie’s mansion. It’s loaded with adult toys, guns, jewelry and even an NASA Space Shuttle Simulator! She is greeted by a big man named, Ham (his bodyguard/friend from East Cleveland). Basically Alex needs to polish the rapper’s tarnished image. It takes awhile for Reggie to warm-up to Alex as she experiences one funny faux pas after another. Eventually Reggie, Ham and Alex like each other. Does Reggie really want to reform? Or is he conning Alex? Is dog fighting so ingrained in Reggie’s bones that he can’t stop? Read this somewhat funny maiden novel and find out for yourself.
I’m going to give this novel an okay rating (three stars) because it’s just a story...not anything that you will remember a month from now. But I see that Erin Adams has talent and will be heard from in the future, hopefully with a more intense story. I only hope Erin doesn’t take my criticism with a grain of salt (the urban definition) because after 341 published reviews, I think (that) I know what I’m talking about.
RATING: 3 out of 5 stars
Comment: It’s obvious Erin Adams loves dogs...her love drips through the pages.
My question is: Has Snoop Dogg ever done a rap video about a dog? According to hotnewhiphop.com, the answer is yes:
"Snoop Dogg has been a busy man this year. Snoop decided to revisit his latest album, Neva Left and share a new video in its support for the track "Toss it" featuring Too Short (one of the raunchiest emcees to ever bless the mic)."
"Asking his son Cordell to take his dog on a walk, the video finds Snoop turning into an actual Rottweiler who gets away from his leash and turns into a pimp on the loose, chasing woman on the beach and in the club. Meanwhile Too Short turns into a black bulldog and raps from the club with all the ladies on him in this Henry Behel - directed clip."
You can't make this stuff up!
Friday, May 11, 2018
THE AMENDMENT KILLER
The author sent me an autographed copy of his novel to read and review:
If you like inventive storylines...this novel is for you. I haven’t read anything this avant-garde since I read Warren Adler’s We are Holding the President Hostage (see my review of 8/17/2017). The author, Ronald S. Barak, brings up some interesting possibilities pertaining to the U.S. Constitution. Article Five of the Constitution can be interpreted to say that it is possible for the governed (in other words: me and you) to propose and pass an amendment without the permission or vote from Congress. At least that’s how the author sees it. Of course Congress sues the group known as the National Organization for Political Integrity (NoPoli), which sets up the next anomaly. But first, let me tell you what the 28th Amendment (the one proposed by NoPoli) is basically about: “Criminalizing abuse of power and corruption on the part of our political representatives”, which seems like a good thing to me. The case will be heard by the Supreme Court and its nine justices (first time on live TV). One congressman tells Mr. Esposito, the lead attorney for the Congress side, “You don’t think I hold public office for just the salary and benefits that come with the job, do you? The real money is in what I make behind the scenes. The parties and the lobbyists who pay me are very pleased with my services and are quite willing to pay me for what I do. I’m just like any other broker who brings two parties together. They don’t do that for free. Neither do I. The only difference is that I don’t admit it.” NoPoli’s amendment seems to be right on the money (so to speak).
Okay back to that anomaly I mentioned in the first paragraph. One of the justices, Arnold Hirschfeld, has his eleven year old granddaughter, Cassie, kidnapped just before the trial starts. While Hirschfeld is in court waiting for the suit to start, he is contacted by the kidnapper (who we find out later is Thomas T. Thomas III), “We have your granddaughter. Here’s what you need to do.” Who is we? The government? A rogue congressman? The man known as Thomas lets the judge know that Cassie will die if he can’t convince the other judges to vote against NoPoli. Would the POTUS get involved in this action? Is Thomas working for him? Meanwhile, NBN-TV is televising the live event with Anne Nishimura as the hostess. She is flanked by commentators, Steve Kessler (the CEO of NoPoli) and Christopher Elliot (head of a prestigious D.C. law firm). Nishimura ask Elliot, “Chris, I thought all amendments to the Constitution have to go through Congress. Have I got that wrong?” Did anybody notice that Judge Hirschfeld suddenly seemed very nervous? Chris says, “That’s precisely why we’re here, Anne. Congress brought this lawsuit because it believes NoPoli preempted the constitutionally mandated amendment process. It’s asking the Supreme Court to rule on that very question.” As I was reading this novel, I wondered if there was some truth in NoPoli’s claim that they don’t need Congress’s permission to pass an amendment. Anyway, The third quirk in this novel is a doozy!
Alright, we have an amendment passed by the people that is being challenged by Congress in the Supreme Court, and a kidnapping of one of the Supreme Court judge’s granddaughter in progress. What other oddity does this novel have? Well, if you don’t trust the kidnapper, what do you do? What I mean is: What if the Judge gets the other judges to vote his and the kidnapper’s way, but the kidnapper (Thomas) doesn’t let Cassie go? Will he kill her anyway? So the author came up with a great solution. A kidnapping escrow account! Yes, turn over Cassie to a trusted third party. If Judge Hirschfeld gets the other justices to vote against NoPoli, then the third party gives Cassie back to her parents. If Judge Hirschfeld fails to sway the vote...Cassie goes back to the kidnappers...to be killed? Wow, what a possibility. Has that ever happened? Maybe. When the son of American hero Charles Lindbergh was kidnapped in 1932 by Bruno Hauptmann; a Bronx personality, John Condon, offered $1,000 for the kidnapper to turn the baby over to a Catholic priest (a third party). But sadly, the child was killed by Hauptmann before that arrangement could be finalized. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed Ronald S. Barak’s innovative and completely original novel. Great job!
RATING: 5 out of 5 stars
Comment: The author loosely interpreted Article Five of the U.S. Constitution in order to come up with his storyline. Article Five describes the process whereby the Constitution, the nation’s frame of government, may be altered. I will print the contents of Article Five below. See if you can identify a phrase in the text that gave Ronald S. Barak the idea that the Constitution could be amended without Congressional approval.
The Text:
The Congress, whenever two thirds of both houses shall deem it necessary, shall propose amendments to this Constitution, or, on the application of the legislatures of two thirds of the several states, shall call a convention for proposing amendments, which, in either case, shall be valid to all intents and purposes, as part of this Constitution, when ratified by the legislatures of three fourths of the several states, or by conventions in three fourths thereof, as the one or the other mode of ratification may be proposed by the Congress; provided that no amendment which may be made prior to the year one thousand eight hundred and eight shall in any manner affect the first and fourth clauses in the ninth section of the first article; and that no state, without its consent, shall be deprived of its equal suffrage in the Senate.
Wow, that was all in one sentence! I guess lawyers can debate the Article’s intention.
If you like inventive storylines...this novel is for you. I haven’t read anything this avant-garde since I read Warren Adler’s We are Holding the President Hostage (see my review of 8/17/2017). The author, Ronald S. Barak, brings up some interesting possibilities pertaining to the U.S. Constitution. Article Five of the Constitution can be interpreted to say that it is possible for the governed (in other words: me and you) to propose and pass an amendment without the permission or vote from Congress. At least that’s how the author sees it. Of course Congress sues the group known as the National Organization for Political Integrity (NoPoli), which sets up the next anomaly. But first, let me tell you what the 28th Amendment (the one proposed by NoPoli) is basically about: “Criminalizing abuse of power and corruption on the part of our political representatives”, which seems like a good thing to me. The case will be heard by the Supreme Court and its nine justices (first time on live TV). One congressman tells Mr. Esposito, the lead attorney for the Congress side, “You don’t think I hold public office for just the salary and benefits that come with the job, do you? The real money is in what I make behind the scenes. The parties and the lobbyists who pay me are very pleased with my services and are quite willing to pay me for what I do. I’m just like any other broker who brings two parties together. They don’t do that for free. Neither do I. The only difference is that I don’t admit it.” NoPoli’s amendment seems to be right on the money (so to speak).
Okay back to that anomaly I mentioned in the first paragraph. One of the justices, Arnold Hirschfeld, has his eleven year old granddaughter, Cassie, kidnapped just before the trial starts. While Hirschfeld is in court waiting for the suit to start, he is contacted by the kidnapper (who we find out later is Thomas T. Thomas III), “We have your granddaughter. Here’s what you need to do.” Who is we? The government? A rogue congressman? The man known as Thomas lets the judge know that Cassie will die if he can’t convince the other judges to vote against NoPoli. Would the POTUS get involved in this action? Is Thomas working for him? Meanwhile, NBN-TV is televising the live event with Anne Nishimura as the hostess. She is flanked by commentators, Steve Kessler (the CEO of NoPoli) and Christopher Elliot (head of a prestigious D.C. law firm). Nishimura ask Elliot, “Chris, I thought all amendments to the Constitution have to go through Congress. Have I got that wrong?” Did anybody notice that Judge Hirschfeld suddenly seemed very nervous? Chris says, “That’s precisely why we’re here, Anne. Congress brought this lawsuit because it believes NoPoli preempted the constitutionally mandated amendment process. It’s asking the Supreme Court to rule on that very question.” As I was reading this novel, I wondered if there was some truth in NoPoli’s claim that they don’t need Congress’s permission to pass an amendment. Anyway, The third quirk in this novel is a doozy!
Alright, we have an amendment passed by the people that is being challenged by Congress in the Supreme Court, and a kidnapping of one of the Supreme Court judge’s granddaughter in progress. What other oddity does this novel have? Well, if you don’t trust the kidnapper, what do you do? What I mean is: What if the Judge gets the other judges to vote his and the kidnapper’s way, but the kidnapper (Thomas) doesn’t let Cassie go? Will he kill her anyway? So the author came up with a great solution. A kidnapping escrow account! Yes, turn over Cassie to a trusted third party. If Judge Hirschfeld gets the other justices to vote against NoPoli, then the third party gives Cassie back to her parents. If Judge Hirschfeld fails to sway the vote...Cassie goes back to the kidnappers...to be killed? Wow, what a possibility. Has that ever happened? Maybe. When the son of American hero Charles Lindbergh was kidnapped in 1932 by Bruno Hauptmann; a Bronx personality, John Condon, offered $1,000 for the kidnapper to turn the baby over to a Catholic priest (a third party). But sadly, the child was killed by Hauptmann before that arrangement could be finalized. Anyway, I thoroughly enjoyed Ronald S. Barak’s innovative and completely original novel. Great job!
RATING: 5 out of 5 stars
Comment: The author loosely interpreted Article Five of the U.S. Constitution in order to come up with his storyline. Article Five describes the process whereby the Constitution, the nation’s frame of government, may be altered. I will print the contents of Article Five below. See if you can identify a phrase in the text that gave Ronald S. Barak the idea that the Constitution could be amended without Congressional approval.
The Text:
The Congress, whenever two thirds of both houses shall deem it necessary, shall propose amendments to this Constitution, or, on the application of the legislatures of two thirds of the several states, shall call a convention for proposing amendments, which, in either case, shall be valid to all intents and purposes, as part of this Constitution, when ratified by the legislatures of three fourths of the several states, or by conventions in three fourths thereof, as the one or the other mode of ratification may be proposed by the Congress; provided that no amendment which may be made prior to the year one thousand eight hundred and eight shall in any manner affect the first and fourth clauses in the ninth section of the first article; and that no state, without its consent, shall be deprived of its equal suffrage in the Senate.
Wow, that was all in one sentence! I guess lawyers can debate the Article’s intention.
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